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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Main Source,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.