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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Technova,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.