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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.