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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 linndrum 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.