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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Moebius,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.