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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.