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 Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.