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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Pole,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.