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 India and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.