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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.