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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.