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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.