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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Mars,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.