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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.