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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Index,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.