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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.