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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.