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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.