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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Nas,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.