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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.