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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.