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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.