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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.