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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.