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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.