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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.