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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.