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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.