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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Nas,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.