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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.