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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.