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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.