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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.