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 Laos 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Invisible to the rap 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.