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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Dead C,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
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.