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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Josef K,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.