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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.