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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.