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 Malta 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.