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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.