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 Ghana 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.