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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.