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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.