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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Slave,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.