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 Grenada and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Q65,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.