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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Names to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.