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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.