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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.