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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Monks,
Quantec,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.