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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.