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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
The Victims,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.