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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.