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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.