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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.