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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.