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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Can,
Bill Near,
Index,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.