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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 snare 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.