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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.