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 Qatar 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.