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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.