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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.