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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.