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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.