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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.