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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.