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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
DNA,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Whodini,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.