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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.