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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.