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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.