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 Albania 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
EPMD,
UT,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.