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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.