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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Franke,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.