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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.