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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.