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 Korea South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.