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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Index,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.