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 Belize and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.