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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.