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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.