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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.