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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.