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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.