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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.