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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.