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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.