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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Monks,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.