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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
ABC,
The Move,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.