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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.