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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.