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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.