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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.