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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
UT,
the Germs,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Franke,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.