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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.