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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.