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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.