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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Gong,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.