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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.