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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Invisible to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Jandek,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.