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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.