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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.