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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.