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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.