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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Residents,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.