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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.