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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.