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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.