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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Gong,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.