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 Philippines 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.