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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.