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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.