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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.