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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scott Walker 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.