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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.