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 Palau and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.