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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.