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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.