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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Cymande,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.