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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.