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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.