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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music 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.