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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonics to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.