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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.