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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.