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 Pakistan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.