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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.