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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.