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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.