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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.