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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
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.