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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.