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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
X-101,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.