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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.