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 Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.