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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.