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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Magma to the punk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.