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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.