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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.