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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Scion,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.