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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.