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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.