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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Interpol,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.