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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
AZ,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Pagans,
MC5,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.