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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.