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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.