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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.