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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 marimba 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.