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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.