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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.