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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks 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?
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.