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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.