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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.