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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.