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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.