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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
The Busters,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
UT,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.