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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Can,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Faust,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.