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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
June Days,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.