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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.