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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.