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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.