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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
The Move,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.