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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Mummies to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.