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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Ludus 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
The Motions,
JFA,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.