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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 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 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.