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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.