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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.