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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.