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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
UT,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.