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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.