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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.