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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Can to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.