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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.