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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.