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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.