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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Organ,
Pagans,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.