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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
The Names,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.