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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Khruangbin 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.