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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Television,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.