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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.