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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.