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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.