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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.