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-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The Litter,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.