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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.