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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.