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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.