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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.