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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.