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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Franke,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.