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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Technova,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.