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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.