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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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?
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.