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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Index,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.