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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Wings,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Fear,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.