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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.