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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.