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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
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.