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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.