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 China and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.