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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
X-101,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.