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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.