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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.