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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
The Busters,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.