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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
The Residents,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.