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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.