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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.