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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.