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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.