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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.