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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.