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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.