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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.