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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
CMW,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.