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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Fear,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.