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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.