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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
UT,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.