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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.