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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.