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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.