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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.