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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
The Index,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.