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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.