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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.