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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Wings,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.