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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Fear,
cv313,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.