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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Monks,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.