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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.