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 Lithuania 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association 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?
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.