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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.