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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.