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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.