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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.