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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.