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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.