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 Argentina 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.