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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
ABC,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Q65,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.