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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Unwound 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.