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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.