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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.