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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.