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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin 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?
Suicide,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.