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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.