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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.