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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.