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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Roxette 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.