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 Uganda and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.