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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
The Cure,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.