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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.