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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.