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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.