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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Organ,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.