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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.