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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Television,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.