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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.