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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Five Americans to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.