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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.