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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.