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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.