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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Main Source,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.