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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.