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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.