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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.