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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gladiators to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
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You don't know what you really want.
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