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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.