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 Belize and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Television,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.