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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Wire,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.