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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
This Heat,
Technova,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.