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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.