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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.