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 Swaziland 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.