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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Japan,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.