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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.