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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arab on Radar 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.