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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
the Association,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.