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 Antigua 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
UT,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.