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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.