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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.