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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.