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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.