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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Monks,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.