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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Hoover,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.