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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.