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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.