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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.