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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 güiro 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.