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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.