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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 Smog to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.