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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.