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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.