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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.