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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.