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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.