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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.