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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.