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 Paraguay 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Motions,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.