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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.