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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.