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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.