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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.