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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Model 500,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
X-101,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.