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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Television,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.