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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.