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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
the Association,
Pagans,
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.