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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.