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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
cv313,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.