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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.