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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
PIL,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
ABBA,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.