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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.