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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.