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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.