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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
June Days,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.