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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.