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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.