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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Pole,
X-102,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.