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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.