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 London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.