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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.