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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 Paris and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.