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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.