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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.