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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.