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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.