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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.