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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.