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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.