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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.