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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Slave to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.