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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Faust,
Wings,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.