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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.