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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.