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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.