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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.