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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.