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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.