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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.