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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.