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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Q65,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.