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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.