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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.