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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.