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 Netherlands 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.