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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Average White Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.