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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.