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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.