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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Mars,
Supertramp,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.