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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.