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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Visage,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.