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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.