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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.