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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.