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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
New Order,
The Victims,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.