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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.