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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.