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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.