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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Index,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.