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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.