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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.