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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.