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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.