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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Thompson Twins 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.