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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Television,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.