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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.