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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.