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 Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.