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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.