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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.