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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.