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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.