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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.