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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.