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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.