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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Fear,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.