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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.