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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.