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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.