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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Moebius,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.