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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.