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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Index,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.