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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 Ituana 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.