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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.