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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Brick,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.