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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.