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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.