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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Index,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.