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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.