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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.