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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.