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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Hoover,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.