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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Scion,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
PIL,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.