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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.