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 France and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.