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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.