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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.