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 China and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Scion,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.