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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Hoover,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.