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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.