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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
The Doors,
CMW,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.