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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
John Holt,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.