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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front 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?
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.