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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
UT,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.