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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.