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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Magma,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.