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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.