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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.