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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.