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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.