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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.