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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
New Order,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.