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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.