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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.