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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.