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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Count Five to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
MDC,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.