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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Magma,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Technova,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.