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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.