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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.