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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.