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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.