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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.