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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.