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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.