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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Faust,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Can,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.