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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Index,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
UT,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.