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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.