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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.