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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.