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 Luxembourg 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.