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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.