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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.