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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Standells to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Fear,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.