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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.