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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Technova,
the Swans,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.