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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.