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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.