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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.