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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.