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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.