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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.