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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.