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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.