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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.