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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
cv313,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.