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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.