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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Monks,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.