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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.