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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.