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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.