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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
ABC,
the Germs,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.