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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
AZ,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.