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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.