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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Can,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
10cc,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.