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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.