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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues 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 jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.