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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.