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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.