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 Philippines 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.