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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Television,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.