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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.