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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.