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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.