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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Pylon,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.