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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.