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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Bobby Womack 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Deepchord,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.