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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.