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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog 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?
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Wings,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.