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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Model 500,
The Remains,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.