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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
MC5,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.