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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Ronan,
the Germs,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.