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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Organ,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.