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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.