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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
The Index,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.