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 Uzbekistan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
The Names,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
MDC,
The Slits,
Television,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.