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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.