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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.