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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap 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 Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.