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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.