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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Kinks to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.