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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.