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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.