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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Motions to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.