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 Kazakhstan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.