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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.