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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.