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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.