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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Index,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.