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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.