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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.