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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.