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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.