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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.