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 Bahamas 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.