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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.