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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.