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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Darondo 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.