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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.