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 Czech Republic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Little Man,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Gong,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.