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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.