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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.