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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Smog,
Kayak,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.