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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.