Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.