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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.