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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.