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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash 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 The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.