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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.