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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.