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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jawbox 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
AZ,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.