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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Index,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.