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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.