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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.