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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Quantec,
Brick,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.