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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.