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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.