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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.